I’m exhausted. Physically, mentally—you name it! Suffice it to say that much of it stems from the job I love so much.
Now, you know I rarely talk about work on this blog, but this is too cool not to share. I have been asked to read a poem (not my own, thank goodness) at the inauguration of Babson College’s 12th president in October! I will read a poem by one of the poets featured in our Thompson Poets Series. I pick the piece and read for two minutes after the greeting, so I am featured early in the ceremony, before the installation of the new president.
The ironic part of this is that I’m editing the inauguration program and collateral materials, so it’s weird being behind and in front of the scenes. But this inauguration is about the community, so folks from the entire Babson community are being asked to participate. And this is the kicker—I march in the procession and sit on the stage with the new president, chairman of the board of trustees, and some kick-ass honored guests. Me! How weird is that?
Anyway, it’s quite an honor. No telling how many people attend these things (1,000+?). Despite my deep, abiding fear of reading in public, I’m going to do this. I’m all about opportunity recognition—a very popular phrase at the #1 school for entrepreneurship in the world. (That’s my Babson plug.)
So, any advice on reading a poem to a very large, non-poetry crowd? *GULP!*